Self- Hate

Self- love has never breached my walls of self-hate.
I've tried to stop myself from drowning, but it's sadly much to late.
The pain is crushing me every second every minute.
I'm falling, I'm dying, I've reached my ultimate limit.

They think they can walk all over me like I'm nothing but dirt.
I cut and sliced with no future in mind. As the crimson dripped, happy replaced my hurt.

The sight of my wounds was thrilling and exciting. The scarlet never washed my pain away.
I love the physical pain, that's something I'll always have. I'll have it until my very last day.

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